Christopoulos:mister-mesmer

Mesmer: Please, have a seat.

[Agent Holloway takes a seat on the sofa, facing the mural of Mount Shasta. Mesmer sits in a chair off to the side.]]

Mesmer: Thank you. I will ask you some preliminary questions, now.

Holloway: Alri—

Mesmer: Please, focus your gaze at the mountain. Pretend I'm not even in the room. Take a position that is most comfortable to you.

Holloway: Uh. Understood.

etc etc ramping up edit

Mesmer: You're an appleseed pinched in between my fingers. I can see every thought in your head. What you get off to. Who you want dead. I can reach into your chest and pull your heart out because I feel like it.